AU: Okay this is the first ever fanfic that i ever wrote, so I'm sorry for any mistakes, or crappy writing skills... My native language isn't English you know. So this story is basically about Pride's life, following the Brotherhood/Manga storyline, of how he became an older brother, how he felt about the many events in Amestris... So on. Ok back to story!

Chapter 1: First Thoughts

The first thing I saw was a tall, looming man with blond hair. He was wearing a white robe, and was clearly in his mid-forties, even though his facial features were unclear under the dim surroundings. "Awaken, my son," he said, "Awaken, and be my loyal servant forever." His voice was dark and creepy, but I don't remember feeling scared. I don't know if I even had any feelings then. The man- My Father, if I had been correct, continued saying things like "Philosopher's stone" and "Finding Amestris" and "Transmutation circle". My vision had been blurry and so was my mind back then, so I couldn't get about half of the things he had said. He had also mentioned that my name was 'Pride the Arrogant', the first homunculus, and what had happened after that is already buried so deep in my head that I can't find it anymore. So that, I guess, was the day I- A new life was born.

Not pretty memorable, but I should be proud.

The second memory I had was when I first looked at my body. I stared at the mirror and saw an eight-year-old boy, a bit short for his own age, with very dark brown, if not black, hair, and violet eyes. Father had said that it resembled a human child, which I would use to deceive those ignorant lower life forms, and help him with his plans till the 'Promised Day'. He then told me that I should be extremely grateful that he made me a near perfect container, and that I should obey whatever he says, and I should be proud of being a homunculus, and that he aimed to be God...

Today, I still don't know what he had said on that day. But I guess it's not very important, because none of that knowledge really came in use to me. I still feel bad though, because I hadn't listened to every word Father had said.

Not much happened after I was born, but there was that time when Father had given me a mission.

I think I felt excited, or nervous, or simply proud, because it was the first mission Father had given me. The job was simple, even enjoyable, because all I had to do was to 'carve a blood red crest' in the nation west. That was easy, starting a war and making people kill each other, and killing some on my own just to kill time. Father told me to be careful, but I guess the humans were either too busy fighting or too dumb to notice anything special about me. I smirked when I thought about this, because I was Pride the Arrogant and I was supposed to feel proud for carving a blood crest so deep... Right? I guess so, because there wasn't anything else for me to feel.

I watched calmly as blood spilled, arrows shot, soldiers charged, women ran and children cried. Something set off in me at that time, which I never noticed, but now when I think about it, I think it was some kind of thought. Just a thought, not a feeling, as if feelings ever existed in me. I was thinking, how are these people feeling? Like how painful they were, or if they ever expected themselves to die like this, or if they regret being a soldier, or if they ever had a choice. It was kind of hard to think of, because I had never experienced it first hand. As I observed their ridiculous bloody faces in agony, I wondered if they had ever been happy before, because it seemed impossible to imagine a twisted face like that smiling, or even laughing, and I asked myself, what is the point of laughing anyway? The whole idea of producing noise when you feel happy is stupid. Then I remembered that I had to be proud and smirk, so I pulled myself away from my thoughts and smirked.

I stood in that alley for the whole day, still smirking and looking proud, while blankly staring at the blood and organs and gore, not feeling anything except disgust towards the humans.